Chapter 601
The ground shook, and rustling dust fell from the floor above.
In the basement of the Beidou Consortium, three black-clothed figures were standing in the center of the huge alchemy formation where light was flowing. The light that flickered from time to time dyed their faces with a mysterious veil.
At this moment, if someone could look through the underground of the main city of Hongchen, they would be able to see complicated lines extending from the alchemical formation. In a very regular and beautiful direction, a song covered one third of the area. The main city of the mortal world basically overlaps with the area where the gray world meets. From the air, it looks like a blooming red flower.
Whenever someone dies in an area, the corresponding underground formations will light up, like wriggling blood vessels transporting the void souls to this basement full of formations, causing this basement to shine the brightest!
Some kind of silver-white alchemical powder fills the underground space. Through this powder, you can vaguely see illusory souls wailing in pain. Their facial features and torsos are squeezed and deformed little by little. Your head is drilled into my throat. My arm poked out from your ear again, and then was condensed smaller and smaller, and finally turned from virtual to solid, turning into a little bit of tiny dark red liquid, floating in the air.
"This is... the Philosopher's Stone?" On the edge of the basement, Mu Chunsheng saw this scene, his eyes filled with shock.
"It's still far from enough. One of the black-robed men said lightly, "The most common Philosopher's Stone requires the souls of millions of people as materials, and there is a risk of failure... Wujijun's soul is too much. Powerful, to carry his soul, one Philosopher's Stone is definitely not enough, a rough estimate would require seven to ten.
"It takes millions of souls to refine one Philosopher's Stone??" Mu Chunsheng was stunned, "So, even if you kill all the mortal realm, you won't be able to refine a few?"
"That's right
"Then when can I possess a Philosopher's Stone and achieve eternal life?" Mu Chunsheng said immediately, "In such a short time, we have developed such a huge and complex network for you underground. Our Beidou Consortium has spent a lot of money. , and the materials you use to draw the alchemy formation are all produced by me... my contribution is not small.
"Fijia and the others have just changed your body. It won't be a problem to live for more than ten years... What are you anxious about?" The man in black robe glanced at him, "What's more, the mortal world is not the only realm in this world. From now on, There's always a chance
Mu Chunsheng opened his mouth, but still fell helplessly into silence... The Witchcraft Association used this method to refine the Philosopher's Stone, and it must be given to Lord Wuji first. After all, Lord Wuji is their biggest supporter, and he will be able to use it in the future. It's really good to have a sip of soup.
"How many souls have been collected now?" asked a man in black.
"This has just begun. There are less than 20,000 dead in total, and most of them are seriously injured and dying... However, this magic circle itself can forcibly absorb the souls of dying people. After a while, the number of souls absorbed will increase. It will skyrocket
"As time goes by, more and more disasters will enter the main city of Red Dust, and the number of deaths will increase faster and faster. It is conservatively estimated that the first piece of Sage can be refined within twenty hours. stone
"Don't forget that Fu Sheng Hui has entered the scene. Those palaces are not soft persimmons.
"So what? The people of the Jiangtian Sect are also preparing for a second mass suicide ceremony. As long as they can successfully summon the world-destroying level of the 'Sighing Wilderness', it will be useless even if all nine halls are tied together... If everything goes well... , with just that world-destroying level, we can level the world of mortals, and we can also refine all the Philosopher’s Stones in one go.
"To summon such a big guy, how many people from the Jiangtian Sect would have to die?"
"I don't know, for the Jiangtian Sect to work so hard, the Wuji Realm must have paid a huge price.
"The destruction of the 'Sighing Wilderness'... I wonder what kind of existence it is?"
"The moment it comes, you will know
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Jinghong Tower.
"Sir, are you really okay?"
Kong Baosheng repeatedly confirmed that there were no wounds on Chen Ling's fingertips, and finally breathed a sigh of relief... But he still didn't understand why the tea cup exploded after being used for so long.
Chen Ling blinked lightly, and the words "Sighing in the Wilderness" on the ground disappeared without a trace, replaced by a puddle of nothing special.
His brows wrinkled unconsciously.
Since he gradually mastered the usage of the theater, the "audience" has rarely intervened in his performances. Moreover, after possessing "beautiful face", Chen Ling thought that he could suppress some of the "audience", but he did not expect that they would risk it again now. out.
Obviously I still have "72%" expectations, why do they start to affect me again at this time?
Could it be that there is something wrong with me that does not satisfy them?
When Chen Ling thought of this, the words "Sighing in the wilderness" appeared in his mind again... An idea suddenly came out.
The "audience" in his body is most likely the "world-destroying" disaster of the Ghost Mocking Abyss, [mocking]. And their strange movements happened only after they encountered those ashes after the gray world met...
Could it be that there is some kind of festival between [mocking] and sighing in the wilderness?
Or...is it related to the "Destruction of the World" in the Sighing Wilderness? Did you just sense the other party's aura that caused the change?
The more Chen Ling thought about it, the more she felt it was possible.
When he came back to his senses, he saw Huang Suyue and others surrounding him, and immediately waved his hands: "It's okay, maybe I accidentally used too much force when I took it over just now..."
Now that it was chaos outside, Huang Xuyue and others were very nervous. After learning that Chen Ling was fine, although they returned to their positions, they still looked outside the door absentmindedly, as if they were worried. What.
Chen Ling didn't know how to comfort them, so she turned around and sat on the chair just now. But as soon as he transferred his weight to it, the chair under his feet also cracked, and he was caught off guard and fell to the ground!
boom!
In the astonished eyes of everyone, Chen Ling stood up from the ground blankly and looked back at the ground. The broken chair fragments were connected together to form a big word "death".
[Audience Expectation Value -1]
[Current expected value: 71%]
Chen Ling:? ? ?
Chen Ling naturally knew who was behind this, and the word "death" was probably not directed at him... Judging from the attitude of the audience, she didn't want to let herself stay in the theater like this, and was eager to let him Go out and "get killed" and sigh in the wilderness.
Just as Chen Ling was struggling in her heart, a figure covered in blood staggered to the door of the theater, holding on to the wall.
"Cough cough cough..." Wang Jincheng coughed violently in the sighing wind. He wanted to step into the threshold, but his legs suddenly went weak. He lost his center of gravity and fell into the house.
"Boss Chen...come and help me